everytime we fight i lose a part of you. I grow old, my bones hurt, my lounges are black, so hard to keep the taste.
and i have only you burning inside of me, that keeps my blood warm and red, like your hair you once had.
exhausted, one wasted year.
logic brings pain someone said.
you are an angel breed and your roses smell like autumn lips a breeze of rainbows and oceans chocolate breath and an eternal comfort within your breasts.
i swim in your big luna eyes and obey your tonge.